Here is one of my treasured stories for All!
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I started working at Sleepy Willow apartment complex over the summer, only a month after I myself had moved in. I was the new maintenance go-to guy. It had been quiet since no one was yet moving in, after all most did only a few days before the fall semester started and it was only mid-summer.
But then a few weeks ago I met Ashley, a beautiful and sexy brunette with green eyes. She told me she decided to move a bit sooner she could get a job and save some money before the semester started. I had given her the key to her apartment and helped her moved in, telling her if she needed anything to just ask me.
After all I lived in the apt underneath hers so if it was something minor she could just ask me instead of putting in a request at the office and having to wait days for it to be processed. She smiled as she thanked me. It was a dazzling smile. I wanted to get to know her more she seemed so interesting. But she didn’t really call me in the next few weeks, though we did wave whenever we saw each other.
Then the office asked me to go to apt.225 to change the air filter and I smiled when I realized it was Ashley's. I would finally get to talk to her! I knocked on her door, filled with anticipation but no one answered. I let myself in using the master key and looked around. It seemed as if no one was indeed home. But when I looked down the hall I though I saw a light on so I walked down, then stopped as I realized it was the bathroom light. The door was open so I peered in, skimming the small room. My stomach fluttered as I heard water running and I noticed a heap of clothes on the floor, and I realized they must be Ashley’s and the sight of her bra and panties draped over her shirt caused a tightening in my groin when I realized she was in the tub - in all her glory. I started to move back - but hesitated. I thought for just a second and decided to make my move. Holding my breath, I stealthily moved in farther, trying to see the tub. Finally I could see her, bubbles up to her neck, hair cascading over the end, eyes closed as if she were napping... She was so beautiful. I sighed inaudibly, devouring her with my eyes. For a few moments she lay there, just soaking in the water but suddenly she lifted her dripping hands from the water and languidly ran them through her hair, gathering up the stray strands that were making their way into the bubbles. Raising her arms like that brought her body up out of the water slightly and my breath caught, urging her to move up more, so I could see her.
She draped her hands along the sides of the tub, and her chest rose and fell in the water as she breathed. Her skin was glistening wet and her cheeks lightly flushed. Suddenly she took a deep breath and reached out to turn on a small radio that lay on her toilet and the sound of a massive orchestra filled the air. As soon as the singing filled the room I recognized the piece – The Queen of the Night Aria from The Magic flute – my mother’s favorite opera. Another sweet sound filled her room and it took me only another second to realize it was Ashley’s voice. It was beautiful and strong- I didn’t know she could sing! And boy could she – this particular song is one of the hardest to sing ever known. The music rose, and Ashley was singing louder now, her throat filling as it relaxed to let the pure sounds out. The song was coming to its climax and she was matching the recording of the soprano’s extravagant vocalizing and she was almost bobbing up and down in the water as she filled her lungs for the dizzying climbs of sound. As she hit the high note her head canted back, extending her throat completely, and she went almost rigid. In doing so, she had risen out of the water and he could see her breasts, shining damp in the light, her nipples dark and inviting.
I could hear my breath getting ragged with desire and was glad she couldn’t hear me over the music and her own voice. I reached down to adjust my uncomfortable erection and almost groaned at the pleasure it evoked.
I backed away and leaned against the wall, gulping air and trying to compose myself. I knew I shouldn’t stay any longer but couldn’t make myself leave. Then I heard her sigh softly. I strained my ears and noticed she was breathing deeply and the water was barely lapping. A soft moan filled the steam-filled room and I held my breath as I crept closer to look again. She was submerged in the water again, her head lolling back on the edge. She rolled her head back and forth slightly, her eyes still closed, her lovely long lashes decorating her cheeks. Her right hand was under the water, and the left was gripping the edge of the tub. The lapping was coming from a disturbance under the water.
“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” I couldn’t even blink as I watched her, imagining what that submerged hand was doing. My mouth went dry as she arched her back up out of the water and lifted her left hand, gently running her fingers over her breasts, sliding her hand over her nipples and cupping the underside in her palm. “Fuck! She is doing it!”
I was rooted the edge of the doorway, entranced by this beauty, watching her as her chest heaved up and down as her breath quickened, the soft lapping now a loud splashing. The soft groans and grunts that escaped her lips quickly turned to audible moans and then I saw her body lift, she arched her back and leaned her head backwards and her creamy orbs came up to the surface once more, gleaming against the soft light. It was too much for me to bear and I suppressed a moan as I felt shudders coursing through me and a warm wetness spread inside my boxers. Shortly after her moans reached their peak, her eyes opening as she moaned and gasped, shuddering as she came. Then I heard the splash as her body dropped into the tub once more, her breath steadying. Her hand disappeared under the water for an instant and I heard the water draining.
The sound forced me back into reality and I knew I had to leave now. The room was almost silent now as her breath steadied again once more. I turned to leave, walking as fast as I could but trying not to make any noise at the same time. I couldn’t breathe freely until I was downstairs, inside my own apartment and the door shut safely behind me. I leaned back against the door feeling the heat radiating from my body. It was then I noticed my hands were empty… the air filter! I must have left it leaning against the wall outside Ashley’s bathroom! I groaned as I slid down the door and my head fell in my hands.
It would take Ashley only one look to realize I’d been there…
But then a few weeks ago I met Ashley, a beautiful and sexy brunette with green eyes. She told me she decided to move a bit sooner she could get a job and save some money before the semester started. I had given her the key to her apartment and helped her moved in, telling her if she needed anything to just ask me.
After all I lived in the apt underneath hers so if it was something minor she could just ask me instead of putting in a request at the office and having to wait days for it to be processed. She smiled as she thanked me. It was a dazzling smile. I wanted to get to know her more she seemed so interesting. But she didn’t really call me in the next few weeks, though we did wave whenever we saw each other.
Then the office asked me to go to apt.225 to change the air filter and I smiled when I realized it was Ashley's. I would finally get to talk to her! I knocked on her door, filled with anticipation but no one answered. I let myself in using the master key and looked around. It seemed as if no one was indeed home. But when I looked down the hall I though I saw a light on so I walked down, then stopped as I realized it was the bathroom light. The door was open so I peered in, skimming the small room. My stomach fluttered as I heard water running and I noticed a heap of clothes on the floor, and I realized they must be Ashley’s and the sight of her bra and panties draped over her shirt caused a tightening in my groin when I realized she was in the tub - in all her glory. I started to move back - but hesitated. I thought for just a second and decided to make my move. Holding my breath, I stealthily moved in farther, trying to see the tub. Finally I could see her, bubbles up to her neck, hair cascading over the end, eyes closed as if she were napping... She was so beautiful. I sighed inaudibly, devouring her with my eyes. For a few moments she lay there, just soaking in the water but suddenly she lifted her dripping hands from the water and languidly ran them through her hair, gathering up the stray strands that were making their way into the bubbles. Raising her arms like that brought her body up out of the water slightly and my breath caught, urging her to move up more, so I could see her.
She draped her hands along the sides of the tub, and her chest rose and fell in the water as she breathed. Her skin was glistening wet and her cheeks lightly flushed. Suddenly she took a deep breath and reached out to turn on a small radio that lay on her toilet and the sound of a massive orchestra filled the air. As soon as the singing filled the room I recognized the piece – The Queen of the Night Aria from The Magic flute – my mother’s favorite opera. Another sweet sound filled her room and it took me only another second to realize it was Ashley’s voice. It was beautiful and strong- I didn’t know she could sing! And boy could she – this particular song is one of the hardest to sing ever known. The music rose, and Ashley was singing louder now, her throat filling as it relaxed to let the pure sounds out. The song was coming to its climax and she was matching the recording of the soprano’s extravagant vocalizing and she was almost bobbing up and down in the water as she filled her lungs for the dizzying climbs of sound. As she hit the high note her head canted back, extending her throat completely, and she went almost rigid. In doing so, she had risen out of the water and he could see her breasts, shining damp in the light, her nipples dark and inviting.
I could hear my breath getting ragged with desire and was glad she couldn’t hear me over the music and her own voice. I reached down to adjust my uncomfortable erection and almost groaned at the pleasure it evoked.
I backed away and leaned against the wall, gulping air and trying to compose myself. I knew I shouldn’t stay any longer but couldn’t make myself leave. Then I heard her sigh softly. I strained my ears and noticed she was breathing deeply and the water was barely lapping. A soft moan filled the steam-filled room and I held my breath as I crept closer to look again. She was submerged in the water again, her head lolling back on the edge. She rolled her head back and forth slightly, her eyes still closed, her lovely long lashes decorating her cheeks. Her right hand was under the water, and the left was gripping the edge of the tub. The lapping was coming from a disturbance under the water.
“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” I couldn’t even blink as I watched her, imagining what that submerged hand was doing. My mouth went dry as she arched her back up out of the water and lifted her left hand, gently running her fingers over her breasts, sliding her hand over her nipples and cupping the underside in her palm. “Fuck! She is doing it!”
I was rooted the edge of the doorway, entranced by this beauty, watching her as her chest heaved up and down as her breath quickened, the soft lapping now a loud splashing. The soft groans and grunts that escaped her lips quickly turned to audible moans and then I saw her body lift, she arched her back and leaned her head backwards and her creamy orbs came up to the surface once more, gleaming against the soft light. It was too much for me to bear and I suppressed a moan as I felt shudders coursing through me and a warm wetness spread inside my boxers. Shortly after her moans reached their peak, her eyes opening as she moaned and gasped, shuddering as she came. Then I heard the splash as her body dropped into the tub once more, her breath steadying. Her hand disappeared under the water for an instant and I heard the water draining.
The sound forced me back into reality and I knew I had to leave now. The room was almost silent now as her breath steadied again once more. I turned to leave, walking as fast as I could but trying not to make any noise at the same time. I couldn’t breathe freely until I was downstairs, inside my own apartment and the door shut safely behind me. I leaned back against the door feeling the heat radiating from my body. It was then I noticed my hands were empty… the air filter! I must have left it leaning against the wall outside Ashley’s bathroom! I groaned as I slid down the door and my head fell in my hands.
It would take Ashley only one look to realize I’d been there…